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LAST NIGHT

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I thought I felt the worst of the storm not until I was in the eye of it. 

Last night I was in the eye of the storm that took several lives and it took all of me.

Last night darkness was all around, it was raining so hard that I couldn’t distinguish my own tears from it.

Last night was a disaster, a catastrophe, a tragedy that I normally just sleep from but the storm took that power away from me. 

Last night I finally felt the impending doom that I couldn’t run from, that I thought I couldn’t survive from, I thought it was the end. 

Last night was the worst, I don’t know how many storms I can survive from but I know that it wasn’t the last of it there are more of them to come.

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  3. This was a great post. If you ever need to talk, feel free to message me on my Facebook (if you want privacy, that is). I know exactly how you feel, in my own way, and if there’s anything I can do to help you, please let me know x

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